New Song
And darlin'
Is there a cure for this hunger?
A terrible curse to be under
I'll be sleepin' with that
And it's no small thing
You'll smoke me out in your own ways
And chase me around until mornin'
And follow me back
And, lovely
You're tearin' me down with your cheekbones
They're warm, but they hit me like sharp stones
When you pull away
Now I walk slow
I wander the streets in the morning
I still smell your scent like a warning
When the wind blows
Oh, when the wind blows
So leave me
When you're sleepin' alone in the basement
And my parents are home, but I'm vacant
And I'm watching the news
Because I'm slow now
I'm young but I feel like an old man
The tar in my lungs and these cold hands
They held onto you
No, keep me
Inside of your mind when you're achin'
Lord, 'cause for now, we're mistaken
In thinkin' we fit
But I'll stay steady
But nights are a-blazin' and heavy
Alone in my room and I'm ready
To rest for a while
Oh, to rest for a while
Oh, but I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind, honey, I don't mind
Oh, but I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
And I don't mind it
I'll wait and I'll listen (I don't mind it)
And see through to the kitchen (I don't mind it)
I'm not taking it back (I don't mind)
Oh, and I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I-
Oh, honey, I don't mind
Is there a cure for this hunger?
A terrible curse to be under
I'll be sleepin' with that
And it's no small thing
You'll smoke me out in your own ways
And chase me around until mornin'
And follow me back
And, lovely
You're tearin' me down with your cheekbones
They're warm, but they hit me like sharp stones
When you pull away
Now I walk slow
I wander the streets in the morning
I still smell your scent like a warning
When the wind blows
Oh, when the wind blows
So leave me
When you're sleepin' alone in the basement
And my parents are home, but I'm vacant
And I'm watching the news
Because I'm slow now
I'm young but I feel like an old man
The tar in my lungs and these cold hands
They held onto you
No, keep me
Inside of your mind when you're achin'
Lord, 'cause for now, we're mistaken
In thinkin' we fit
But I'll stay steady
But nights are a-blazin' and heavy
Alone in my room and I'm ready
To rest for a while
Oh, to rest for a while
Oh, but I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind, honey, I don't mind
Oh, but I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
And I don't mind it
I'll wait and I'll listen (I don't mind it)
And see through to the kitchen (I don't mind it)
I'm not taking it back (I don't mind)
Oh, and I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I don't mind it
I-
Oh, honey, I don't mind
Credits
Writer(s): Margaret Rogers, Samuel Jaffe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.